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Dareon 1.5% Margin of Error

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 328 Location: Alaska, you fools! Stop being surprised!
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 8:57 am Post subject: RTSG Round Four: Red Stars Over Broadway |
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Round Four
Red Stars Over Broadway
The mist and darkness of transport cleared to reveal more darkness, but less mist. As the contestants' eyes adjusted to the dim light, they found they stood on a concrete island in the middle of an underground reservoir. A slight smell of methane identified the area as a sewer system, and for a rather large city, judging by the tunnels leading out of the chamber. Moonlight and snowflakes filtered down from a grating high overhead, and a few fires burned fitfully in steel barrels around the platform and on a tent-filled ledge around the wall of the chamber.
Ralph coughed, bringing the attention of all contestants forward. He stood in an improptu living setup, with a few worn couches and battered chairs around the area. A campstove sat on one table, and a few threadbare rugs had been laid down. Next to their little gray host stood a man dressed in somewhat ragged military-issue clothes and the remains of a set of blue denim coveralls, all patched with sections of red-white-and-blue fabric. His straight black hair reached to his shoulders, and fastened to one strap of a military-style backpack was a sheathed combat knife.
"All right, that seems to be all of them," Ralph said to the man beside him. "You may proceed, Christopher."
The man cleared his throat and began speaking. It wasn't exactly an authoritarian voice, but he sounded like he'd had a little practice. "Thanks. Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Chris Stone. The Russians refer to me as the "Freedom Phantom," but all I am is a plumber who's been in the right place at the right time several times. What we have here is a state of invasion. Several months ago, the Russians launched a nuclear weapon at, invaded, and subjugated most of the US. Where you are now, and what we are, is the core of the rebellion in New York."
He paused for a moment. "I'd like to ask you all to help us, and I know some of you would gladly accept. However, it's not that simple. We barely have enough supplies and weapons for our own people. I can see some of you are armed already, and that makes things easier. I'm told others are masters of unarmed combat, as well. Still, we need weapons." Chris gestured towards a raft that bumped gently against the platfrom they were on. "I'd like some of you to come with me on a supply run. The rest of you can wait around here or go off on your own, but be careful if you're not armed. All the Reds out there are."
Ralph nodded. "I would advise caution as well. For your information, this is universe ERH 57822. I'm not certain, but I think we were actually scheduled to go somewhere else. I certainly don't remember any war-torn cities from the briefing. I could be wrong, of course. Oh, one more thing. John, I have taken the liberty of obtaining a vehicle from your home universe. I believe you will find it close at hand when you arrive at the surface." One of Master Chief's eyebrows raised in curiosity. After a little thought, and apparently deciding there was nothing more he could do here, Ralph shrugged, snapped his fingers, and disappeared.
Location: New York City, Freedom Fighters
Minigame: Ransack!
In Soviet New York, no-show A-votes YOU! Sorry, couldn't resist. Anyway, New York's changed a bit. The Soviet-issued clothing for civilians is uniformly brown, with any combination of red, white, and blue being punishable by imprisonment or being shot on sight. Barbed wire, concrete roadblocks, bunkers (some with emplaced heavy machine guns), and prefab metal guard towers line the roads. Some buildings are on fire or just half-destroyed and crumbling. Shelling has cratered some roads, others are lined or blocked by rubble, an occasional burst water main has flooded several basements and parts of streets... It's heavy urban warfare, you get the picture.
It's currently winter, with all that entails. The Soviets are well-bundled in white uniform coats, and civilians are the same in brown. For your information, you can find cars on the streets, but with all the roadblocks, mostly all they're good for is hiding behind and blowing up if they're shot too many times.
The entirety of Manhattan Island is open to you, except for those parts blocked off by Soviet roadblocks. And the parts that have had buildings fall across the streets. And the parts... You get the picture. The resistance uses the sewers to get around, making their exits at convenient manholes.
Weapons:
Both the Russians and rebels have supplies of weaponry. On occasion, even some civilians have stockpiled a few things that you can take. They don't give actual weapon specs, so I can only guess at most stats. Aside from what's listed here, you can assume virtually anything normally available in New York is available here. These are just the weapons available in-game.
Revolver: This is a six-shot American-made revolver that is probably chambered for .45 rounds. I assume it's a Colt. Powerful, but not too accurate at long range and you run out of ammo fast.
Pistol: This is the standard issue sidearm for the Red Army, and is obviously modelled after the Makarov 9mm. 17-shot clip, fairly accurate, but less power than the revolver.
Assault Rifle: Could be a Kalashnikov, could be an AK. I'm not too up on machine guns. 30-shot clip, good rate of fire, fair power. Most of the Soviet troops carry these.
Shotgun: A fairly typical semi-auto pump-action shotgun. Holds eight shells. Excellent for close-range firefights. Blast spread at long range makes it too ineffective for most outdoor applications, however.
SMG: Light, fast, compact, and devastating, the weapon of the Soviet Special Forces is almost the best firearm one could get. Unless you exercise a little fire control, you can fire off the entirety of its 40-round clip in the blink of an eye.
Sniper Rifle: Chambered for 7.62mm, this Red Army staple is excellent for clearing a crowded street or just laying down a little bit of cover fire. Has a telescopic zoom for seeing that shocked look on your target's face from several blocks away.
Molotov Cocktail: The classic grenadelike weapon of resistance movements everywhere, this is a bottle filled with some sort of flammable liquid and a rag stuffed in the mouth of the bottle. Light the wick and throw it at what you want to burninate.
Grenade: Simple yet deadly. It's a fragmentation grenade, what do you need to be told about it?
C4: Plastic explosive. Resembles gray modeling clay. Good for taking out those pesky buildings.
Heavy Machine Gun: You'll typically find these mounted on bunkers with a heavy steel shield in front to provide cover for the gunner. However, some heavily-armored Russian bears carry portable versions of these. The mounted ones typically have boxes and boxes of ammo nearby, making them a nearly limitless source of death. The portable ones carry 300 rounds at most in a large box magazine. Wonderful weapons, these can slice through a lightly-armored target in less than two seconds.
Rocket Launcher: The RPG 7V grenade launcher. Heavy, ugly, inaccurate, but makes stuff blow up real good. Plus if you run out of ammo you can club people with it.
Tanks: Sometimes, tanks do rumble up onto the streets and start shooting. Typically you'll need an RPG or well-placed grenades to take one out, but you could always try taking one over and driving it yourself.
Helicopters: The Russians use Hind gunships to provide heavy firepower from the air. In addition, troops are transported in heavily-armored choppers. Take out their helipads and the only death from above you'll need to worry about is snipers on rooftops.
APCs: While not exactly weapons, these heavily armored vehicles carry troops and drop them off at almost exactly the worst place for you. Destroying bridges or throwing up roadblocks can severely inconvenience them.
If your characters would be wanting to go with Chris, just post something to let me know and have them go about non-Chris business. No real reward or anything, I'll just use them in story posts. No more than five or six, please. Though I can work with more.
Minigame: Ransack!
Caches of weapons, supplies, food, and other items can be hidden throughout the ruined or mostly-intact buildings of New York. Practically anywhere you search may have valuable commodities. On the other hand, though, there are also traps, wounded and/or dangerous animals, or concealed soldiers.
At any point before the end of this round, you may search the ruins around you. You do not need to describe yourself searching. To search, simply state that you are searching, pick a number between 1 and 15 and post this in the thread. You do not need to pick a number that has not already been picked. You may search only once. This minigame is open to all participants. Results of your choices will be displayed at the end of the round.
Really Trivial Pursuits
Four questions this time, four opportunities to WIN! Remember, the address for both private votes and quiz answers is neored13@pobox.mtaonline.net .
1) Who is shown on the billboard above the diner in the Police Station level? BONUS: What is the name of the diner?
2) What is the name of the first mission you can obtain your own personal Heavy Machine Gun on?
3) Roughly how many miles of subway track does New York City have?
Round Three Answers
1) Grappling hook in 1 would latch onto any surface, Tenchu 2's would only catch on horizontal edges.
2) Knockout/death versus minor damage + poison.
3) Mu. This was technically a trick question, as the word "mu," while translating as "No thing - not no thing," in essence un-asks the question. And yes, Wayne, "Trick question" was indeed counted as the right answer.
The Last, Best Hope For America... Is These Guys?
Musculotonics
Drizzt Do'Urden - FRN 40231 - Rain - Guenwhyvar - 23 WP, 11 JP - 1 Power Cure, Jackal Sword, 1 Cure - Uninjured
Conker - CNK 00003 - AsylumXKP - 17 WP, 9 JP - Kris Knife, 1 Magic Stone - Low Positive
Keitaro Urashima - LVH 00984 - Moogle - Tama-chan - 32 WP, 20 JP - 1 Cure, 1 It's Happy Explosion Dynamite!, Harmonium Earring, 1 Magi-Water - Low Negative
Master Chief - HLO 07074 - Peptuck - Cortana - 21 WP, 11 JP - Light Vulcan - Medium Positive
Queen Brahne - ZDN 30201 - Simplistic Hero - 15 WP, 9 JP - 3 Rock - Heavy Positive
Red Okonogi (Alkaiser) - SGF 69580 - Thirdtwin - 36/31 WP, 19 JP - 1 Soul Crystal, 1 Life Tap, 1 Snake Oil, 1 Purple Eye, Fang Amulet - Low Negative
Cerebrotonics
Edward Wong Hau Pipelu Tivrusky IV - BBP 02438 - BlackMage - 11 WP, 23 JP - 1 Soul Crystal, 1 Life Tap, 1 Snake Oil, 1 Purple Eye - Low Positive
Culex - SMR 42860 - Wayne - 17 WP, 26 JP - Twin Sword, 1 Sonic Cannon - Medium Positive
Lisa - SKN 29875 - Luna - Guri the Goblin - 16 WP, 28 JP - Time Bomb, 1 Unlucky Coin - Low Negative
Bud - SKN 29875 - Nif - 11 WP, 19/14 JP - Flower Amulet, 2 Cure - Low Negative
Darth Malak - STW 65208 - San Draco - 14 WP, 20 JP - 1 Soul Crystal, 1 Life Tap, 1 Snake Oil, 1 Purple Eye, 1 Cure, Dark Robe, 1 Time Twister - Heavy Positive
Viscerotonics
Sora - HCK 25006 - Baka - 23 WP, 23 JP - Medium Positive
Jedah Dohma - VSV 79523 - LordLocke - 17 WP, 17 JP - Low Positive
Hisame Shizumaru - SAM 29823 - CarlyCheeese - 17 WP, 17 JP - Unicorn Tear, 1 Purple Eye - Medium Negative (HEALING CAP!)
Cyan Garamonde - WOR 87349 - Magus - 22 WP, 22 JP - Twin Sword, 1 Cure, 1 Power Cure, 1 Magi-Water - Medium Negative (HEALING CAP!)
Sly Cooper - SLY 28930 - Procyon - 24 WP, 24 JP - 1 Sonic Cannon, Cat Socks - Low Positive
Tachibana Asuka - SYD 32684 - Seril - 24 WP, 24 JP - 1 Soul Crystal, 1 Life Tap, 1 Snake Oil, 1 Purple Eye, 1 Lucky Coin - Medium Negative
Nova Shido - RYE 57230 - Helmar - Mokona - 26 WP, 26 JP - 1 Cure, Twin Sword, 1 Snake Oil, 1 Sonic Cannon - Low Negative
Jason Soe - EVM 00002 - Curley W - 17 WP, 17 JP - 1 Cure, 1 Power Cure - Insane Positive
Akira Kazama - RVS 37305 - Kyo - 17 WP, 17 JP - 1 Sonic Cannon - Medium Positive
Fallen
Muscle Cramps
Knight Rayjack - IZN 00522 - Pin - 8 WP, 6 JP
Terry Bogard - KOF 92004 - Switchblade - 8 WP, 6 JP - 1 Power Cure, 1 Rock
Nosferatu Zodd - BZK 39325 - Tenshi Kain - 10/5 WP, 5 JP - Fang Amulet
Brain Farts
Khrima - ADV 00230 - Alexander Krizak
Yoshi - MAR 69875 - net-cat - 8 WP, 14 JP - 2 Power Cure
Bellyaches
Bruce Wayne (Batman) - DCC 62579 - Coin
Nabeshin - EXL 00001 - JSG - 1 Magi-Water
Darth Revan - STW 10094 - Onyx - HK-47 - 11 WP, 11 JP
Sidekicks
Kirby - KRB 25889 - Bugenhagen - Viscerotonic
Toadette - MAR 59602 - Fnord - Paratrooper - Viscerotonic - 9 WP, 9 JP
AquaMan - RKM 52922 - Glinda - Musculotonic
NEW ITEM- It's Happy Explosion Dynamite!: Bonus item for winning Best Engrish! Using this item creates the equipment Time Bomb on the target.
Note on amulets: WP or JP cast from the amulet is counted LAST. For instance, if you had 14 JP and a Flower Amulet, cast a 5 JP ability and gave the amulet away, you would be reduced to 9 JP. WP and JP also goes into the negatives if necessary. If you used all 19 JP in the above example, then gave away the amulet, you would have -5/14 JP.
Note that those items listed are only those added to your stock from Rounds Two and Three. You might have a Rock or Cure or something left from Round One. Also note that I have used broad ranges to indicate damage instead of absolute values. Hopefully this will invoke uncertainty and strategy, not bitching.
Oh, and note to Pep, just in case: This Warthog is factory-issue. DOOM not included.
This round will end in 20 hours.
DANCE DANCE SOCIALIST REVOLUTION!
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Rain The Hunter

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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 8:59 am Post subject: |
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 9:00 am Post subject: |
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Hisame Shizumaru - 4:1
Even as Ralph's voice carried out over the new area and the others in the tournament listened rapt to his words, those who cared to look would notice that one of their number was, conspicuously, already missing. It wasn't for lack of interest that Shizumaru had run off, but rather from the pounding in his head, body, and... elsewhere, that was the signal that Ameki was getting rather impatient with him. It had been a week, now - and of course, time being the curse it was, that was when control had to be relinquished to the other soul in his body.
Shizumaru's breath was heavy and his eyes were lidded as he backed onto the sewer wall, just directly around a corner. A faint blue light was glowing on his chest, exposed through the collar of his kimono jacket - and became brighter when he unslung the weapons from his back, dropping them onto the ground hastily, pulling his arms out of his sleeves and taking off the jacket entirely. With a last glance to make sure no one was about, Shizumaru slumped to the floor, taking a long breath slowly - the last one he would consciously have for a day. His eyes were still constantly searching around for anyone about to stumble upon him, but despite his worries, he neither saw nor felt the presence of a single person. Shizumaru breathed out the air in his lungs, and took one last look down at himself - his true self - before speaking his last words.
Dekiru yo. I'm ready.
Beautiful.
Not a second later, Shizumaru's body seized up, and his head snapped back - his skin was changing color, marks burning on what used to be a soft, pale countenance. The change from the gentleness to the threatening, jaundiced look of his skin was a startling one, as it spread from his heart across his chest, and to the rest of his body in waves, erasing the pale complexion and replacing it with the inhuman color. Black stripes burned onto his flesh, across his legs, arms, chest - and two on each cheek that always stung the worst, especially seeing as how they came last of the marks. His eyes had been closed during the first process, and now that Shizumaru opened them to look down on his body, slowly being turned into something demonic, it sent a rush of stillness through his body.
His fingernails weren't too much of a bother; when they grew out, an inch at the least, it didn't hurt much - but when his ears twisted and grew out to a point, and the dark oni horns began to grow from his skull, leaving behind their curtain of red blood, the agony of the pain was nearly unbearable. He bent over on his knees, eyes shut tightly and his fists shaking in pain. Even so, he could bear it - the process had happened many times before, and the pain wasn't exactly new to him, but regardless, pain was still just that.
When the horns finally stopped growing, Shizumaru opened his eyes slightly, quite weary from all that had been happening. He was sore in just about every limb and his skin still was burning to the touch - but there was one last thing he had to do, before Ameki could go on. With shaking hands, he reached for his nodachi as his red hair almost seemed to fall off in tufts - replaced by equally unruly snow-white hair. He shook his head once or twice to get out most of the red hair, and slung the nodachi over his back, feeling to see if it was covering one of the scars - it didn't seem to be. The Muramasa followed, going over his other shoulder with exactly the same test - and when the blade didn't cross onto a scar either, he dropped his hands, preparing for the last part of the ordeal.
He took one last look around him, partly to see if anyone was watching (no one was, to his knowledge), but also to take in the surroundings through his eyes, for he wouldn't get the chance from then on. Warmth rushed through his body (Ameki's typical sensuous brand of warmth, of course), comforting him and alleviating the stress - Shizumaru leaned back against the wall, relaxing in it as much as he would allow himself to. Ameki wasn't one to show pity often; the only person he would ever do it for was Shizumaru, and even his small show of affection just then was more than one could've asked of the demon. When the warmth passed, Shizumaru backed away from the wall, shuffling out into the middle of the corridor, closing his eyes - the next time they would open for him would be in a day.
Go ahead, he whispered in his mind. I'll be alright.
Mm... don't worry. I always take... good care of you, don't I?
- True, you do. Go on, then -
It felt like a waste, having to erase the salves from when Gohan had taken care to apply them - but then again, when it came to this, there was little he could do to make sure his skin could properly heal for once. His back arched slowly, and he gasped in the pain - the bones of new wings were beginning to poke through the scars, harder and harder until they finally did burst out. As they were, it was only the single, bloody backbone of each wing that sprung out, but they unfolded soon enough into the rest of the bones; muscle springing up and weaving through, tying itself to the bone all the way into his shoulder blades. A light skin washed over them - pale as Shizumaru's true complexion - and once the skin had completely taken its veil to both wings, feathers began to grow in floods - it looked, almost, like a thunderstorm, in the way they burst like rain from the skin.
The warmth swept around him, like a thick blanket wrapped around his body, protecting him -
Ah... thank you, love.
- and Hisame Shizumaru had disappeared.
Ameki stretched out the wings, flapping one, then the other - both seemed to work properly, but you never could tell with such impromptu transformations in a body. He picked up Shizumaru's kimono jacket, loosely tying it around his waist, and with a yawn, turned to the side - seeing someone who had been looking on. That was interesting... how long had she been there? Surely she hadn't seen the entire transformation?
"Mm... hello, miss," he streched out his arms, cracking his knuckles. "Were you only playing backseat or did you come to ask for... something more?"
It was about then that Kazama Akira fainted there on the spot.
Ameki sighed.
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Yep, everyone's favorite demon of insanity is out - Hisame Ameki. ^_^ This is the only round he's out for interaction, so here's your chance if you've been looking for a duel against him or just want to play with a true demon.  _________________
. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 9:31 am Post subject: Re: RTSG Round Four: Red Stars Over Broadway |
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Dareon wrote: |
Oh, and note to Pep, just in case: This Warthog is factory-issue. DOOM not included. |
Shit. *skulks*
Oh, well, time to lock and load! Communist New York + Master Chief and Warthog = pwnzage of epic levels. Time to toast some Reds. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1848 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 9:44 am Post subject: |
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"That must have been some party yesterday." Bud rubbed sleep out of his eyes and yawned. "I don't remember any of it."
"Bud....you didn't drink anything we're not allowed to, right?" Lisa asked sternly.
"I dunno." An embarrassed grin crept over his face. "Maybe?"
"Maybe?" Lisa planted her hands on her hips. "Bud -"
"Can you settle this crap later, Nisa? I really don't like being out in the open like this," Guri interrupted, casting a fearful look around.
"What, are you scaaaaaared?" Bud asked, a smirk starting to form on his small face.
"NO, you fool! I'm SMART! Think about it - where are you most likely to be seen by enemies? Especially good guys? Armed good guys? And, speaking of - let's get ourselves equipped with some of the goodies around here." Guri grinned insanely, even as Lisa snorted.
"Yeah, like we'd ever let YOU get your hands on any weapons." She turned to Bud. "He does have a point, though."
"Have any sugg - Lisa! Look out! Hide!" Bud pointed down the street, at a tank that was rumbling its way toward them. The three quickly ran and hid behind some overturned trash cans. They watched as the tank came to a stop, fired some shots - though thankfully not in their direction - and then, oddly enough, it opened up and a group of soldiers climbed out. They surveyed the area for a full minute, then headed inside the half-ruined building they were standing in front of.
"....Lisa, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Bud, we don't even know how to drive!"
"Details, details!" Bud waved a hand dismissively. "I'm Bud the Malignant! Nothing is impossible for me! MWAHAHAHA! SIEG PUMPKIN!"
"SIEG PUMPKIN!" Lisa high-fived Bud, then pointed her broom at Guri. "Come on, slave, let's get going!"
"I'm not sure I like this plan," Guri whined as they hurried across the street.
"Hush, slave." Bud reached the tank first, and struggled to get on top of it. After a bit of effort, he was able to, and helped pull Lisa, then Guri, up as well. The three lowered themselves into the hatch, and closed it up. Now, they just had to figure out the controls.
"Let's see what this does...." Bud fiddled with a few things....to no avail. "Darn....what do I have to do?"
"Try turning the wheel, Bud." Lisa pointed at the steering wheel in front of her brother.
"Oh....good idea." Bud hopped into the driver's seat and began turning the wheel. Sure enough, the tank started moving around. "Whoa! I think I need to get used to this thing!"
"Well, do it quick, Crud, before the soldiers this thing belongs to hear what's going on!" Guri snapped.
"Yeah, yeah...."
After a few minutes of effort, Bud was finally able to get the hang of controlling the tank, and set off down the street.
"MWAHAHAHA! FEAR US!" Bud cackled, pumping his fist in the air.
"SIEG PUMPKIN!"
"SIEG PUMPKIN!"
"SIEG PUMPKIN!"
"SIEG PUMPKIN!"
"SIEG PUMPKIN!"
"SHUT UP!"
"SIEG PUMPKIN!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH!"
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Bud and Lisa are now driving a tank around New York. Be very, very afraid. _________________
SIEG PUMPKIN
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Rain The Hunter

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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 9:51 am Post subject: |
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For the record, I won't be around until later tonight. I am NOT going to no-show.
I repeat, Drizzt is NOT a no-show.
Please take this into consideration before pummelling me with votes, plzthx. _________________
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Onyx Dark Lord of the Sith

Joined: 01 Oct 2002 Posts: 1197 Location: New Jersey
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:04 am Post subject: |
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I am the equalizer.
A-Votes
Cyan
Shizumaru
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:06 am Post subject: |
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You know. To stop chains and stuff and have a nice Glass Shield on! _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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Rain The Hunter

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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:09 am Post subject: |
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Come to think of it...
Activating Element Barrier -3 JP _________________
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:12 am Post subject: |
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Deployment + 72 hours:02 minutes: 05 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock) New York, New York, Freedom Fighters universe
"Well, now, this is new," Cortana commented as the Master Chief made his way to the surface. he paused underneath a manhole and opened it with one hand, threading a fiber optic cable through the top.
"An alternate timeline in which the Soviet Union is winning the Cold War," John said with a shake of his head as he rotated the cable. The street above looked clear, relatively speaking. No hostiles, yet.
"It would be interesting to see what the logistical differences and stragetic descisions that resulted in this outcome," Cortana commented. "Maybe if we could find a computer terminal and let me connect to the Soviet network?"
"I'll see about it," John replied, finishing the preliminary check. The street above was safe, for now. He flexed his muscle and threw the manhole cover off, and hopped out onto the street. There, he once again checked his shield indicator. Fortunately, it had been completely refilled, fully recovering from the damage Jedah had inflicted during the brief scuffle yesterday.
The Master Chief checked his weapons, and nodded to himself. Once more at his side, there was the Covenant plasma sword, and on his back was a Jackhammer rocket launcher. He knew there would be plenty of ordnance lying around, either in caches or waiting to be pried out of dead enemy hands, so the lack of either a shotgun or rifle wasn't too bad. He still had his pistol and grenades, and that would be enough to handle any hostiles until he found an assault weapon for himself to augment the heavy firepower he already carried.
Through his audio recievers, the Chief heard the thwip-thwip-thwip of a Soviet helicopter flying past overhead, and he looked up to see a heavily armed gunship fly past, trailed by a pair of heavy troop helicopters. the distant sounds of Russian tanks crunching through the city could be easily heard, along with the occasional staccato of gunfire. John drew his pistol and ducked into an alley, recalling his urban warfare training. he moved quickly, silently, a green flicker of light at the edge of one's vision, until he reached a small garage. He peeked inside, then paused, remembering Ralph's words.
Parked in the middle of the garage was a gray-green, heavily armored and futuristic light reconassiance vehicle, refferred to in the UNSC as a Warthog. Mounted on the back was a three-barreled, high-powered chaingun. John crossed the garage and leaped into the driver's seat, and activated the Warthog. The engine revved, and he accelerated, smashing through the flimsy metal door and onto the street.
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The Master Chief is now driving a Warthog. Anyone who wants to play gunner or passenger feel free to join in.
John also carries a Jackhammer Rocket Launcher. It carries two rockets at a time, has a lock-on feature, and 2x zoom. Being a missile launcher from 2552, it can probably kill anything in the round location. John has six rockets for it. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
~Letters to the Bungie Webmaster
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AsylumXKP ...Back again

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 642 Location: Still Drunk!
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:15 am Post subject: |
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Episode 3: THE CONKERNATOR III - REVENGE OF THE COMMIES! RATED R!
"Nice place." said Conker sarcastically, looking around the sewer. There he saw several Americans doing busy work and cleaning their weapons.
"We're counting on you, kid." said an American grasping Conker's arms. Conker shrugged.
"Umm... Thanks." Conker climbed up the ladder and exited to the cold winter streets.
"Wow." said Conker. He saw a T-80 drive past, followed by a small group of communist soldiers. He heard the roar of a Hind fly by, then another.
"This place is a warzone!" Conker pulled himself out of the sewers and put on a flak helmet. "Time to finally put my arsenal to use..." He rubbed his hands together mischeviously. The snow beneath him compacted as he saw various citizens walking the streets in brown. Near him was a beautiful park, where a statue of the Soviet symbol was under construction. A group of civilians noticed Conker and started pointing. A Russian soldier came running from Conker's left flank.
"HALT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!" he screamed as he whipped out his AK-47, pointing it at Conker.
"Here comes trouble." The squirrel pulled out his hand cannon and aimed at him, the green dot visible on his chest. The trigger was pulled and a slug entered the soldier's chest and out the back.
"Too ea-- shit." He turned to see a platoon of communists running towards Conker now, taking pot shots with their assault rifles. He placed his pistol back and switched out to dual SMGs.
"LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!" shouted Conker into the cold air.
*Music: ACDC - Safe In New York City*
Come on little baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene
Bullets filled the air from the AK-47's and Conker's SMGs. Two of the communist soldiers dropped to the ground from the salvo while the rest scattered trying to find cover. Conker strafed to the right, continuing the fire and ducking behind a parked car. Ammo whizzed past Conker's head, and penetrated the windows and metal. The squirrel reloaded his guns then poked back up to lay down another volley.
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
A soldier who tried to get up close to Conker collapsed on the ground as he was riddled with fire. As he fell, Conker was already sighting his next target and opened fire. A grenade flew through the air and crashed through the car window. Conker exited, stage left. In a massive explosion the car flew up in a fireball then crashed to the ground, setting off numerous car alarms in the area.
All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam
Rolling to the soft ground, Conker replaced his weapons and took out a grenade, chucking it towards the soldiers as he stood up. He continued to strafe to the left as bullets blew away the snow near him. Conker's grenade landed near the group forcing them to scatter. Those not fast enough were flung into the air. Conker dove behind a mailbox and equipped his SMGs once again.
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
The communists got behind whatever they could and returned fire at the squirrel. One of them had his back against the wall with bullet wound in his shoulder.
"We need reinforcements on Broadway! Send air support!" commanded the soldier on the radio, using his good arm.
"Da." replied the Hind pilot. A mile away from the site he turned back around in the direction of the large plume of smoke and fire from the car explosion earlier.
Back on the ground the soldiers continued to fire back at Conker as a grenade fell onto their position.
"GRENADE!" shouted one of them. The wounded pulled himself off the wall and set himself on top of it.
Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck
"Target sighted." said the Hind pilot. He noticed a short man in red and blue firing on his comrades and let loose with his vulcan. The agile critter ran from his cover and into the park. With a bush of the button he fired a volley of rockets at the enemy.
Conker's eyes bulged out as he ran from the projectiles, diving through the Soviet symbol, hitting the ground with a roll, and tumbling back to standing. He beelined to the left as the ordinance destroyed everything in it's path including the unfinished statue.
The squirrel stopped in place and pulled out his rocket launcher. Taking only a second to aim he fired.
"Shit!" exclaimed the pilot. He evaded the rocket by manuevering to the left. He realigned himself then continued to fire with his vulcans.
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
Conker could feel a bullet shred through his tail but continued running. He ducked behind a rock and managed to bandage his tail up. After he was done he took his tail in hand then pondered.
"Red fur, white bandages, blue sweater... No wonder why those commies are miffed, I'm a walking American flag!" he heard the roar of the Hind flying overhead and quickly reloaded his rocket launcher. With a final snap he heaved it over his shoulder and aimed at the rotating helicopter.
"Steady..." said Conker. He pulled the trigger and the rocket flew towards the hind. It spun in the air leaving a trail of smoke and fire before making it's final run into the Hind's rotor.
"DAMNIT!" screamed the pilot as high pitched alarms went off. He pushed random buttons as he spun around uncontrollably.
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New--
With a fiery descent the Hind crashed into the ground, taking out a group of soldiers set on Conker's location.
Conker poked his head out from the rock, then calmly walked out from it to investigate the crash site. He pulled out a cigar and lit it.
"Damn it feels good to be so bad ass." he placed his hands on his hips and smirked at the wreckage. _________________
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:44 am Post subject: |
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Putting up a Glass Shield. _________________
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Rain The Hunter

Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 179 Location: Colorado Springs
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:49 am Post subject: |
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Drizzt didn't know where he was or how he had gotten there. He, Malak, and Revan were in a dark room roughly the size of that they had been in before, but the sounds of battle outside--enormous explosions that rocked the ground below them--were unmistakable.
The transition gave Revan the moment he needed to wrest himself free of Malak's Force Choke, and as Malak reoriented himself to the new surroundings, Revan unleashed a Force Push that knocked a surprised Malak off his feet.
Revan dashed over to Drizzt, grabbing him by the arm and tugging at him to run. Drizzt stood, but as Revan tugged, the drow twisted his arm free and held his ground.
"We've got to run while we have the chance, Drizzt!" Revan yelled, reaching for Drizzt's arm again. But as his hand approached Drizzt's flesh, he stopped. His eyes rose to meet the drow's as he slowly pulled his arm back to his side.
The Hunter will not run.
Malak laughed, his mechanical voice grating into Revan's mind.
"You see? He will not follow your foolish path, Revan. He is now my apprentice. I give you...Darth Hunter."
Malak's eyes pierced into Revan's, which widened for a moment before he calmed himself and remembered his Jedi tenants. Revan turned his head back to the Hunter, whose lavender eyes now carried flecks of red within them. The drow nodded his head to Revan, then withdrew his scimitars as quickly as Revan drew and ignited his lightsaber. The blades crashed together with a crack that echoed through the room.
"Yes, my apprentice. Slay this Jedi and take your place as a Dark Lord of the Sith!"
The Hunter's eyes narrowed as they stared into Revan's.
This is not who you are, Drizzt.
Save your words for those who would listen, Jedi. The Dark Side has no patience for your pleas.
"Now you will see the true power of the Dark Side!"
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Revan and The Hunter are currently battling in a small, out-of-the way building in NYC, while Malak watches over. I ask nobody to interrupt or interact with any of these characters for the time being. _________________
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:00 am Post subject: |
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Putting up mah Glass Shield. _________________
. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Switchblade Rock You!

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 844 Location: Cybertron
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:11 am Post subject: |
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Quote: | ...with any combination of red, white, and blue being punishable by imprisonment or being shot on sight. |
::looks at Terry's clothes::
Uh-oh...
Yes, I seem to be getting my inspiration back and I think I'll be doing something this round. In fact, count me in for that supply run, Dare. _________________
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:16 am Post subject: 4-1 |
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Unfortunately, I got a little tied up with things on my way out of the castle. So I had to return the statues, and like any righteous hero, the caped man promptly brought them right back to a thankful Lord Matsunoshin. But, hey - he seemed like a good enough guy anyway, so I let him keep the statues. Oh, and besides, there was a much more valuable gem inset in the large statue behind him that I had just enough time to retrieve before the mist descended on the castle, and I headed off to my next adventure.
Sly Cooper
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The Яed Menace
Sly looked up. He was in a canyon of skyscrapers; the monolithic stone forms rose almost as far as the eye could see. Pale moonlight shone down from a nearly-full lunar disk high overhead, and a light sprinkling of snowflakes slowly added to the thin layer of white icing covering the streets. Something was very much amiss, however... not a light could be seen coming from the building, and by closer inspection it seemed that almost every window had been shattered. Ruined, burned-out cars dotted the streets, and the sounds of heavy military vehicles rumbling around could be heard into distance.
"Sly, you're not going to believe this one..." Bentley's voice carried over the binocucom radio.
"After these past few days, I can believe just about anything at this point. What's going on around here?"
"According to my scanners, you're actually in New York City. Except, it's been leveled by a nuclear attack and is swarming with Russian forces!"
"This is New York City? Wow..."
"Afraid so. Anyway, the good news for us is that there are valuables lying almost in plain sight all over the city. Bad news is there are about a million looters around here with the same plans... and Russian security forces are everywhere!"
"Everywhere, eh? Do you know where they're based?"
"They seem to be concentrated around Central Park, so you want to say as far away as possible from -"
"Then that's where I'm going. Thanks, partner."
"Sly, your ridiculous raccoon logic is enough to make me shudder in my shell..."
"Hey - I can handle it. Just hold tight back there, Bentley - I'll be back in no time."
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A-votes: 5/5
R-votes: 5/5
WP: 24/24
JP: 24/24
Cat Socks
Sonic Cannon
Rock
Cure _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
Chapter 6: The Jack of Diamonds 6-1 6-2 6-3 6-4 6-5 6-6 6-7
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Curley W Alchemic Fanboy
Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 177
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:33 am Post subject: |
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Keeping true to my word....
1 R-Vote to Drizzt Do'Urden(Rain)!
Using the Item Power Cure on Drizzt Do'Urden!
Spending 5 JP to cast the Magic Ability Psycho Armor On Drizzt Do'Urden!
Edit: Also.
1 R-Vote ro Cyan Garamonde(Magus)! |
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:43 am Post subject: |
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Well, might as well R-Vote the peeps....
R-Votes to:
Drizzt Do'Urden
Cyan Garamonde (chaining)
Red/Alkaiser
Sly Cooper
Onness to the Glass Shield, yo.
Additional R-Vote and healing powerses to people who be nice and represent. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
~Letters to the Bungie Webmaster
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 908 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:08 pm Post subject: |
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Malak watched as the battle progressed admirably. Drizzt... No, not Drizzt. My Hunter! was doing quite well against Revan, his two scimitars a twirling swath of destruction. However... the Jedi was not fighting to kill the drow, instead, he was using the few lulls in the combat to try to get Drizzt to combat his Hunter nature.
"The Dark side is the reason why you left Menzoberranzan! Your noble nature couldn't stand the unending corruption and slaughter. That's why you found such freedom and joy in sunlight, while the others in your patrol group could only curse it!"
Ordinarily, Malak would have welcomed the challenge, to see how far his new apprentice had fallen. However... at such a crucial juncture, and so soon after his turning, Malak knew that Drizzt's mind was not yet completely subjugated, and the Hunter's attention would already be distracted by Revan, a phenomenal duellist in his own right. So, Malak stepped in, as he usually did.
"If you are so certain about his 'noble nature,' Revan, why do you keep trying to change his mind? Unless, of course, you believe that the return to the Light side requires turning the mind back around..."
Revan grimaced at his former student. "You've twisted his mind already, I'm straightening it out... and clearing all of the lies and misinformation you've fed him!"
A crackle of Dark energy appeared around Malak's fingers, and he fired a bolt of Force Lightning at Revan. Revan managed to spin around and dodge the worst of it... but in so doing, he left himself open to one of the Hunter's blades. It cut through all of Revan's protective gear, leaving a deep gash in his side.
In that moment, Malak once again used his Dominate Mind ability, further suppressing Drizzt's personality and leaving the Hunter clear of doubt. Once again, it appeared that the Dark side would be triumphant... but a vision nagged at Malak. Somehow, he knew that both he and Revan would be doing battle in far-removed locations: both in their own world, and in worlds that he had never seen before. And if that was true...
How are you going to survive this battle, Revan?
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Utilizing the Purple Eye to create my summoned beast. Roar. _________________ "Our lives are not devoted to the idea that we must change the world, for we are fully aware that the world will change itself when it must needs."
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Thirdtwin the original -SHINING JUSTICE-

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 803 Location: in a box of mistery
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:19 pm Post subject: |
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Red 4.1. -Alkaiser! America still needs your help!-
Ralph talked. So did Chris Stone. Red heard, and yet did not hear. Tthe funk of methane and sewage, enough to make anyone recoil, filled his nostrils, yet barely had an effect on him. That smell, as well as the grim sight of this underground base might have reminded him of Koorong's own sewer systems... if his eyes would ever properly see it. As it stood, he was only half-aware of his surroundings. The old man--with whom he formed a sort of rapport, quite surprisingly--would have thrashed him for such inattentiveness... or perhaps he wouldn't have. Perhaps he understood the mental labyrinth that Red now found himself in. The mysteries of intuition and the processes of association that lived strange within the darker corners of the mind: Cyan would be well-familiar with these, as a warrior who followed his heart. Perhaps he would have allowed Red to explore these mysteries--indeed, he might have thrashed Red for putting them aside, for allowing them to later cloud his judgment. The old man, however, was no longer nearby; thus, Red had to wrestle these thoughts with his own strength.
What am I doing here? Was that it? Was that the question he sought? ...no, the answer to that was clear. He was here to win: to win the prize that Ralph had offered him, the wish that would bring his parents and sister back from oblivion. So what, then, was the question? What was it that his soul was trying to ask him? What mystery was he trying to put words to?
What are we doing here...? This was closer. The first was close; this was closer. Yet this, too, had an answer. Of all the people he had met--the Master Chief, the old man, Nova, the blue-haired dude, the Kenshin-lookalike (Shizumaru, his mind echoed, and for some strange reason he suddenly felt cold with that thought)... funny thing, that they had all been dealing with loss in their own ways. He wouldn't be surprised if that was a common link between them and most of the other participants. United by loss... loss that had defined them, that had made them who they were today. That had made them stronger in some ways... weaker in others. We, all of us lack for something... we've lost otherwise irretrivable things... and this man is offering us ways to obtain it again. That was leading him away, though, away from the key that he was searching for, the key that would lead him out of this mental maze of questions. Or was it? That thought--
"Hey, soldier." One of the resistance had said this, a dirty, dark-haired man with sharp eyes and a tight grip--this last became evident when the man (a tag sewn into his shirt read "Jones") seized his hand and pumped evenly. Red matched Jones' grip with one of his own, blinking a few times as he looked into Jones' eyes. "You talkin' to me?"
"Yeah. You're one of the new recruits that Ralph guy dug up, yeah?" Red nodded. "Well, you look pretty strong... can you do anything besides cut things with that sword of yours?" The man was observing the Murasame strapped to Red's side--a gift the old man had given him--with a mixture of jocular skepticism and suppressed awe.
Can I do anything besides cut things... I can cut bullets, foo. Or close enough, he thought; what came out of his mouth was "Well, I guess I'm okay with a gun--"
"You know anything about demolition?" At this, Red had to smile. Before Ralph whisked him to this whirlwind tour of the multiverse, Fuse had just chewed him out about blowing up Shuzer's base, and the evidence inside. Red had, of course, saved everything in their computer systems on a triple-encrypted Ether Drive disk, as well as taking ample photographs, as per IRPO regulation; this fact reduced Fuse's tirade to a grumbling, half-hearted word of encouragement, and an admonition to "stop doing dumb shit like blowing up their bases, kid".
"Looks like it. Come on." The two strode over to a weighty crate whose lid came up to Red's waist. A pair of privates were prying it open with crowbars; as the well-nailed lid finally gave way, Red beheld the myriad bricks of clay-like material. His grin widened.
Jackpot.
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Votes out of the way.
Using Jutsu: Glass Shield
Using Purple Eye: Summoning the Beast
Beast A-votes on:
Jason Soe (just kidding, Curley :p)
Jedah Dohma
Queen Brahne
Using Soul Crystal: Heal Keitaro Urashima
Red Okonogi
4 A
5 R
36/31 WP
10 JP _________________ TT
Thanks to JSG for the r4wking banner
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 908 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:20 pm Post subject: |
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Why not? Fling an A-vote to Curley as well, starting the -CHAIN OF DOOM!-
(Possibly to be described at a future date... we shall see.) |
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:22 pm Post subject: |
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TwinSword A-vote to Curley, continuing Ye Olde Chaine. _________________
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:22 pm Post subject: |
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1 chained A-Vote on Jason Soe _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:23 pm Post subject: |
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Finishing the chain with an A-Vote to Jason Soe. |
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AsylumXKP ...Back again

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 642 Location: Still Drunk!
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:28 pm Post subject: |
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May your damage record go undefeated Curley! God speed!
--------HOUSE OF COMMUNISM--------
Using SIDEWINDER on Jason Soe, Poisoning him. (Radiation poisoning is a bad thing.)
A-Vote on Jason Soe, STARTING A NEW CHAIN! (OMG TESLA RUSH!!!) _________________
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:33 pm Post subject: |
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Why the hell not?
A-Vote to Jason, continuing yon chain...of DOOM! _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
~Letters to the Bungie Webmaster |
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 12:51 pm Post subject: |
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Cyan Garamonde – 4/1
The Demon Inside
It had only been four days, but Cyan was starting to get used to the sudden changes of location – this time, he had found himself in a darkly lit place, different from any place he had ever been before. Gray concrete walls surrounded him and the contestants and tall buildings seemed to almost touch the sky from where they were – although some were badly destroyed, and were slowly being consumed by flames. He knew, of course, that it wasn’t going to be easy to walk around the occupied city – that much he knew after seeing what the Empire had done to the many cities and people from all over his world.
After a quick Scan spell, he turned around a badly destroyed building and walked by the shadows – he was unarmed still, and from what he had heard, the occupying forces weren’t and fist fighting wasn’t exactly his forte. Unfortunately, for him, it was going to be hard to find a katana just lying around the ground and it seemed that the people in this world used the same kind of weapon the Master Chief used – which had nothing to do with swords and the type of combat he was used to.
The Samurai stopped and looked around – something, he felt, was wrong – but another Scan spell proved to be worthless to identify what lurked in the darkness. The Maduin Magicite flickered slightly and Cyan nodded, waiting for whatever waited for him.
Cyan raised his eyebrows as, slowly and gracefully, a white feather landed just before his feet and he picked it up from the paved ground – it was a rather big feather, different from anything he had seen before, and he knew that no bird had anything similar, at least in his world. Cyan grimaced as he realized his mistake, and quickly turned around but it was too late – claws tore through his azure vest and blood spilled as he fell to the ground.
“I was certainly hoping to make this a little more entertaining.” The creature said as the knight struggled to get back up – the wounds in his back seemed to burn as if they were on fire and his body didn’t want to obey his commands. “Get up and fight me, old man.”
The voice chuckled slightly, as Cyan managed to get up – after a good Cure2 spell, to at least diminish the pain – and turned around to face his assailant. The azure knight grimaced as he saw the demon – yellowish skin with black stripes that covered some part of his body; his white hair billowed slightly, contrasting with the black horns that sprouted from his forehead and, adding a little more to Cyan’s amazement, great, white wings that were almost as wide as the street they were in.
“I see you have come unarmed to a place like this.” The demon grinned. “I will teach you not to be so imprudent.” Ameki said as the demon flew towards Cyan, reaching for the Muramasa and slashing downwards. Blood sprouted from Cyan’s cheek as he barely dodged the attack, desperately thinking of a way to face the demon without any weapons that could help him defend himself.
The demon struck once again with his claws and Cyan spun around, being hit by the second claw – Ameki was too fast for him, and he didn’t have time to cast a Haste spell, which meant he had to rely on his natural speed, only. Cyan grimaced as he ducked to the side, avoiding Ameki’s third attack – a fatal one as the Muramasa once again slashed the air, aiming for the knight’s head.
Cyan leapt back a few feet and cast a Fire2 spell and a pillar of fire surrounded the demon, lighting the dark street they were fighting in. To the azure knight’s surprise, Ameki simply used his wings as a shield against his spell, quickly recovering and speeding towards Cyan once again, claw in the Muramasa’s hilt.
The ebony blade struck downwards once again, cleaving the air at incredible speed. Cyan closed his eyes and stretched his hand. The demon’s eyes widened as he saw that his cursed blade hadn’t hit anything – in front of him, Cyan clutched the Muramasa’s blade with his two hands, inched from his forehead. The azure knight grimaced as the blade tore through his skin and blood poured – not dripped, much to Cyan’s surprise – as he struggled to keep the blade away from him.
The demon let a loud cackle.
“How brave of you. To fight me with only your fists and a collection of simple tricks.” He said, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Worry not, for I sense that you and I… are not so different as it might seem.”
“I shall not hear anymore from you, filthy demon!” Cyan spat as he tried to fight the pain and despair he felt at that moment – sweat trickled down his face as the Muramasa got closer and closer.
“A little nervous, are we? Keep fooling yourself old man. You hide more things withing you than you could possibly admit to yourself. I can sen… augh!”
Ameki’s speech was interrupted as he was hit in the back by a flaming arrow, turning around to see who was the unlucky one to get in the way of him and his prey.
Much to his surprise - he saw a familiar face atop a wrecked building - a girl stood, her long pink hair billowing to the wind and her eyes locked with the demon’s. Nova jumped down to the street, her two energy blades glimmering in the dark alley and her eyes never leaving the demon even if for just a moment. She landed gracefully on the paved street and bowed her head slightly to Cyan, and threw him something – a sword.
“It is called Yuzurenai Negai.” She said as Cyan examined the sword, behind Ameki – the demon couldn’t help but feel amused by the situation and did nothing to stop him. “Use it well for I feel the warrior spirit within you.”
“I, Cyan Garamonde, thank you for coming to my assistance, young lady.” He bowed his head. “Demon” He called as his confidence rose now that he had means to defend himself. “Prepare to meet your worst nightmare.”
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1 R-Vote to Nova
1 R-Vote to Red/Alkaiser
1 R-Vote to Master Chief
1 R-Vote to Sly Cooper
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Cyan Garamonde – Viscerotonic
4 A-Votes
1 R-Votes
?? WP
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2 Cure, 1 Power Cure, Twin Sword, 1 Magi-Water Items. _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
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JSG died for your sins

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 1054 Location: everywhere
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Nabeshin looked around him at the death and destruction, the ruins and the militaristic world. Was this... Earth? It was definitely a horrible site, what Earth became after he had left it so long ago. With -MacBauer- incomplete, he knew only he could save it from what had caused this fall from grace. And Nabeshin had an idea of what this cause was.
"KHAAAAAAAA.... errr.... JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!"
Screaming brought too much attention to the man who was wearing, oddly enough, red, blue, and a white-ish color. This, of course, angered the Soviet soldiers positioned behind.... well, everything. And they began firing upon the man with extreme prejudice. It was all the man could do to dodge everything launched at him, bullets hailed from all over, giving him no time to pull a weapon from his afro. All he could do was run. Run, like a scared little girl. And so, he had no choice, and did just that. He ran in an odd, random pattern to dodge the gunfire and quickly jumped behind a crumbled wall.
Panting heavily, he frantically searched the contents of his 'fro for something to fight back with. He found two RC-P90's and pulled them out, quietly thanking James Bond in his mind for giving them to him. He turned around, still on one knee, before jumping up over the bricks he was behind and opening fire, screaming loudly as he held the triggers down. Nabeshin began running the gauntlet of evil Soviet soldiers, pwnzing each one with a hail of bullets of his own.
Reaching the last one around, he ran up to him and stuck the barrel of his gun in the man's face, and fired. Nabeshin was, however, out of ammo, and instead had to use the guns to smack the man in his hooded head, knocking him out completely. He pulled the man's hood off to reveal a white mask. Stormtroopers! No WONDER they couldn't hit me!
The Stormtrooper was out of commission, but not before he could alert his allies about this man who took out an entire unit with the power of his afro alone. A large airship flew overhead, these guys didn't mess around. It began dropping a hail of bombs on the man, who could only run away once more. Explosion after explosion went off behind him as he ran as fast as he could. This went on for five minutes - the Commie ship dropping bombs and Nabeshin running down the street away from them - before the ship ran out of bombs. Now it was dropping random objects that might hurt if they landed on the victim.
Nabeshin came to a dead end, the rubble of a crumbled building would be harder to run in, and he had no place to hide and arm himself. Jumping onto the rubble of the building, Nabeshin began hopping from slab to slab like stepping stones among the wires and pebbles that would hinder him still further. He leapt to one, and a sink fell from the ship, landing in front of him. Turning around, he was met with a falling refrigerator, and then a large bed. He stumbled back from almost being hit and found himself no more than two inches away from the landing zone of a dresser drawer, as he backed into it (it had just landed), he regained his ground and sprinted the other way, barely dodging the falling elephant and finally running into a building, where he was sort of safe.
Catching his breath, he knew it better to wait in there for a bit. He waited for night time, when his airborne foes could not so easily find him. As he left, however, he was met with a human barricade of soldiers awaiting his exit. Nabeshin pulled a rocket launcher out of his afro, and ducked back in the building with a quick firing of his weapon. He turned as fast as he could and rested his back against the wall next to the doorway, loading another rocket into his launcher.
Readying another shot, he quickly launched it outside and used the explosion as cover to run out of the door and fire his grappling hook upwards, latching onto the roof and pulling him up without being noticed by the soldiers. Upon reaching the top, he flipped up onto the roof and was met with another Commie, only this one had an oddly-shaped, beastly face. It ran at him, growling before it pounced upon him. Nabeshin quickly reached into his 'fro and pulled out another weapon, but moved so fast that it was difficult to see. As the creature landed on him, it turned to dust, Nabeshin pulling his wooden stake from it's chest just before it did so.
Lying on his back, Nabeshin noticed a slew of these Soviet vampires all over the rooftop, and the adjacent rooftops, as well. He got up to his feet. "Oh, so you all want to be staked, don't you? Shall we do this one at a time, or are you all going to come after me at once?"
One of them ran at Nabeshin, yelling out at him as he blindly charged. "IN SOVIET AMERICA, VAMIRE STAKES YOU!" He, unfortunately, ran straight into Nabeshin's spike blindly.
"Oh really?" The man with the 'fro looked around with a smirk. "Anyone else care to try?"
All of the vampires ran at the Slayer at once, only to be interrupted by someone else's yelling, and frying of them. "RIDE THE LIGHTNING!" A man in white and blue with blonde hair flew onto the scene enveloped by a large ball of electricty, straight through the vampires. When the electric aura left him, he landed gracefully on his feet with his right arm extended, a blue sword held in his hand. After the quick landing, the man began to hack off the heads of all the vampires around him, turning them instantly to dust, the electrical properties of his sword leaving behind beautiful light and sparks as he swung it about.
Nabeshin followed suit, staking all the nearby ones in the heart, also turning them to dust. After a few minutes of this, the two were all that was left standing - or sitting, considering they were tired from this little excapade. Panting heavily, they looked at each other, Nabeshin was the first to speak. Between breaths, he asked the man, "Ky, what's going on here? What happened while I was gone?"
The man, Ky Kiske, replied, "The Soviets allied with That Man, and he helped them take over A-Country. It was renamed to America recently." He looked at Nabeshin. "We have to stop him."
"Do you have any idea where That Man is, Ky?"
"Yeah, I do, but he has powerful allies. I was waiting for someone to come and help me. I can't do it alone."
"Very well," Nabeshin replied, "I'll help you stop That Man." He rose to his feet. "Let's go."
Walking dramatically down the street, Nabeshin looked at his ally. "Ky, wait. There's something I need to do."
Ky stopped where he was and Nabeshin reached for him with both hands, putting them on the blonde's head. Both began glowing gold, and screaming aloud, enveloped in a glorious golden aura, and when it dissapeared, Ky had it, he had a large -afro-, and all the power it contained. _________________
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Switchblade Rock You!

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 844 Location: Cybertron
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 1:07 pm Post subject: |
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So, Terry thought, This is what the world would be like if the Soviets wont he Cold War, huh? Ain’t this a kick in the teeth. Well, looks like I’ll have to do my part to help out.
Terry walked over to Chris Stone and held out his hand. “Terry Bogard,” he introduced himself. Chris reached out and shook the offered hand. “If you want my help, I’d be happy to accompany you on your supply run.”
“Thanks,” Chris said, “But if you’re going out topside you’re going to have to change your clothes. Dressed like that you may as well be walking around with a giant bullseye on your head.”
Terry looked down at his trademarked outfit (it was literally trademarked, part of the PR onslaught that accompanied the ’97 tournament). So far he’d never had any complaints about his choice of blue jeans, white shirt, and red vest. “What’s the matter with it?” he asked.
“Government policy,” Chris explained, “Anyone caught wearing a combination of the colors red, white, and blue gets shot on sight.”
Terry looked down at his clothes again. He could definitely see the potential problem.
“Don’t worry,” Chris said, “We have a fair amount of military surplus down here. Find yourself a new jacket, some new shoes, and a new hat, and we’re in business.” The rebel fighter pointed towards a couple of large chests near the corner of the room. Terry nodded and walked over to them.
Opening up the first chest Terry found several pairs of boots. Grabbing a pair that looked about the right size, he kicked off his red and white sneakers and slipped the boots on. They weren’t particularly comfortable, definitely in need of some wearing in. Still, they were brown, and that was a good start, color-wise.
The next chest didn’t seem to be very promising, but after digging through a large pile of army jackets, Terry found the perfect garment. It was an old bomber’s jacket, the kind worn by fighter pilots in World War II. On the back was a large white five-point star inside a dark blue circle. Terry pulled off his red vest and slid the new jacket on. Where the boots needed some wearing in, the jacket fit like an old glove.
Pulling a tattered old back-pack off the wall, Terry slipped his old shoes and vest inside, making sure that they were still safe, even if he wasn’t wearing them. He then pulled off his hat, folded it up, and stuck it in his jacket pocket. Turning around, Terry found a dirty old mirror hanging on the wall. He looked at his reflection for a minute, then smiled. It was a new look, but it definitely had promise. Glancing at his long ponytail for a second, he started to wonder what he’d look like with shorter hair.
Chris walked over and patted Terry on the back. “There we go,” he said, “I think you can get away with that. Star’s a bit of a problem, but keep that backpack on and no one will even notice it. I’m going to grab some more volunteers, I’ll come and get you when its time to go.”
Terry took another glance in the mirror, then slung the backpack over his shoulder and turned around. “Okay.”
Alright, not only is Terry back in the game, but he's now wearing his Mark of the Wolves/KOF 2003 costume (albeit with his old hair style). Let's go bash some commies! _________________
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 1:19 pm Post subject: 4-2 |
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The moonlight shone down eerily on the ruined city, its white glow eerily accentuating the layer of fresh, crystalline snow that covered the streets. Shattered glass beneath the layer of fresh snow cut at the soles of his shoes as Sly crept down the abandoned streets toward the Soviet control center. Empty windows of unguarded storefronts stared out at him in every direction, beckoning his attention. But that would be far too easy - and in any event, surely all the good stuff in this city had already been stolen by the Russian occupiers.
Sly Cooper adjusted his hat and continued down the street. Unfortunately, coming into view ahead was a bit of a problem: a large supply truck had parked itself crossways across the street, and tall stacks of tires on either side of it sealed off the way forward completely. Several large industrial halogen lamps cast a bright illumination on the ground around the truck, not leaving even a corner of shadow to hide in, and three red-coated soldiers sat huddled in the bed of the truck, brandishing assault weapons.
"Hmmm..." Sly carefully approached the barrier, staying away from the bright glow of the lamps, and hid behind a large wooden crate. There wasn't any easy way around - the cross-alleys were blocked by rubble most of the way back, although there was always the sewer system. What could he -
But his thoughts were shattered as a the shrieking sound of an airborne rocket echoed through the urban canyon, and the truck suddenly exploded into flames. Erupting out of the darkness behind him came a green-and-brown camoflagued military all-terrain vehicle of some kind, a familiar-looking figure in heavy modern armor at its wheel, stopping just short of the now-ruined barricade.
Sly stood up and clapped. "Nice shot. You're quite a bit better with that heavy weaponry than somebody else I know."
The Chief stood up and looked in his direction, apparently squinting behind his mask to try to recognize his form in the blackness of the night. "Hey - you're that thief from before, right?"
"You see any other raccoons around this place?"
"I was hoping to run into you. Look - I'm headed for the Soviet Control Center, and I need somebody to attach a hacking beacon to their computer system. You up for that?"
Sly blinked. Well, this was a pleasant coincidence. "Attach a 'hacking beacon'?"
"Just a little device that radios their computer data to me. What, you think you can't handle it?"
"Pssh..." Sly huffed. "You kidding me? Of course I can handle it."
"Alright then - now get in the back there and grab the turret gun. I need you to take out anybody who gets in our way until we reach the compound. You think you can handle that?"
Sly hopped into the back and strapped himself in. "No sweat - I've done this before."
The Chief cast a skeptical glance back, shrugged, and gunned the engine, as the Warthog plowed through the remnants of the barrier and on through the streets of the city.
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R-vote to Master Chief.
A-votes: 5/5
R-votes: 4/5
WP: 24/24
JP: 24/24
Cat Socks
Sonic Cannon
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Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
Chapter 6: The Jack of Diamonds 6-1 6-2 6-3 6-4 6-5 6-6 6-7
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Bud Pumpkin King

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 1464 Location: luz
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 1:21 pm Post subject: |
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At Russian headquarters... !
"How did children steal a tank?! DESTROOOY ZEM!"
Meanwhile, somewhere in New York...
"Why are all these people shooting at us? All we did was steal a tank!" Bud shouted. He and Lisa and been driving over and through buildings and various objects for hours, and they had just begun to be chased by helicopters and infantry men in buildings. "Slave, fire the gun turrets at the soldiers, would ya?"
Guri poked his head out of the hatch and grabbed the gun turret. "Eat lead, suckas!" Guri fired a few rounds at some soldiers on the ground and then turned his attention to the helicopters firing at them from the sky. Guri fired a few rounds, but missed. "They're too fast, I can't hit them!"
Another tank charged out from around a building and began to turn toward their own. "Useless goblin." Lisa grabbed the tank's cannon controls, and fired at the tank's base, blowing a hole beneath it and disabling its movement.
At the same time, Guri managed to hit one of the helicopters with the machine gun turret enough to make the fuel tank explode. "Got im'! I got im'!" He shouted.
Bud turned the tank down another street. "Great, kid. Don't get cocky."
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 1:33 pm Post subject: |
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R-Vote to Bud, for quoting star Wars.
Also:
Using Light Vulcan to hit both Jedah and Brahne with one A-Vote
And then, because Sly's the gunner, handing my Light Vulcan over to Sly. Enjoy. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 1:56 pm Post subject: |
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Succession Attempt #4: The Awakening
Revan winced as Drizzt--no, right now he was The Hunter--'s blade scored a direct hit against his midsection, but retreated before the fallen Drow could create a deeper wound. He focused the Force within himself and began healing the wound even as the dark elf's scimitars flickered and danced against his sapphire lightsaber in clashes and sparks. He could sense that Malak was directly affecting Drizzt's mind even as they fought, and he cut off his former apprentice's intervention with a Force Whirlwind that landed dead-on due to Malak's divided concentration. However, the former Sith Lord paid the price for his own divided focus as his defense formed a gap and Drizzt was able to land another strike--this time on his shoulder, but still only a graze. Forced to focus entirely on battle again, Revan broke off the energies keeping the Whirlwind going and allowed it to perpetuate for as long as it could keep Malak off-balance. At the same time, he tapped the now-freed Force energies he had to Push his wayward friend back to where Malak was recovering, allowing him a moment of respite to re-Heal his wounds.
"An admirable effort, Revan," Malak stated blithely as he broke the Force Whirlwind off, "but you have no chance of prevailing against the two of us."
My situation is fairly disadventageous... but I sense uncertainty in Malak. Drizzt's conversion to the Dark Side was recent as well. So if I can just get him away from this fight, it should be easy enough to bring him back to his senses. Revan grinned. "You have much to learn about the Light side of the Force, Malak... If you were only open enough to listen to it. But you know as well as I, that you won't defeat me so easily. I'll free Drizzt from your vile manipulation, and we will finish this conflict!"
"I've seen enough of this! Revan, or whoever you are, I'll let you know that you're not alone!"
All three heads turned to see a violet flash of raw energy cascade out of the nearby alleyway, the aura of a large flaming skull wrapped around the blast of power as it lashed out towards both Drizzt and Revan. Both evaded just barely at the last second, and the blast tore up the ground where they had just stood and ripped open the following wall like a knife against paper. Steam was left from the path where the beam had struck, and all three parties saw a figure in a black-and-red biker outfit step out from the shadows. The outfit was affited with the same skull emblem that the blast had enamated, from the spiked circular shoulderpads to the entire back of the biker's jacket to the skull design that adorned the newcomer's helmet. The black visor was down, so it was impossible to discern what the person truly looked like.
"Gedo Gakuen no Leader wa, Akira Kazama! You have my support, Revan!" The biker figure assumed a martial arts stance, and beckoned to Drizzt mockingly. The Drow spent no time in accepting the biker's challenge, enchanted scimitars at the ready as he sprung into combat.
This person is definitely Force-sensitive... and fairly Light-aligned! What a miracle... Although I cannot determine who this person is or what his or her intentions my be, this gives me the perfect opportunity.
With that, Revan drew in all the available Force he had and wrapped it around him. His body shone with a white and blue force almost as strong as his own lightsaber as he invoked the powers of Master Speed, Master Shield, Master Aura, and Force Immunity on his person in rapid succession.
"It looks like the Force is on my side, today. Malak... Let's finish this."
"It'll take more than some intervening fool to turn Drizzt from the Dark path, Revan! I'll make sure both you and this 'Akira' suffer thoroughly once I'm through with you." Malak let loose both a Force Wave and a Force Storm at Revan, but the Light-side master resisted and charged directly through both attacks as he engaged the Dark Lord of the Sith in a ferocious lightsaber duel.
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"Show me... Drizzt, wasn't it? Show me the difference between your strength and your resolve! Show me your fighting spirit!"
On the other side of the conflict, Akira smiled behind her visor as Drizzt came at her with unerring speed. Focusing on her Tai Chi principles, she allowed herself to enter the flow of battle and rhythm moments before the first scimitar came screaming towards her midsection. Her hands flickered in practiced response as she took control of the Dark Elf's own attack and drove his saber into the cement. She then propelled her body off the hilt of the blade, sending a direct two-footed kick against Drizzt's face. The Hunter reacted by blocking the initial force of her attack with the flat of his free scimitar, but he was pushed far away from the second of his blades.
I finally understand what Nova was telling me... that faith can directly correspond to one's true strength when one is a fighter. It doesn't have to be something complicated, or a position where one cannot be assualted by persuasion or argument. As long as I stay true to my own beliefs and share an equal faith in those that believe in me... I don't have to worry. I don't have to hold back -anything-.
Right now, I'm the Akira of Gedo High, of Daigo's invincible reign. With this faith... I am unstoppable!
Even as her eyes flashed in that moment, her visor took off a gleam from the city lights that extended into a streak of iridescence as she moved impossibly fast towards the Drow. Drizzt saw her coming, and made a retalitory sweep--Too slow! Akira danced around the counterattack with ease and proceeded to slam her extended palms into his midsection, letting the momentum of her entire body carry into that one blow and reinforcing it with her inner chi. Drizzt was blasted away quite a few feet, his body forced to leave gravity's pull for a few inches before he regained control and slid back onto the cement on his feet. However, he did buckle a bit, and a spot of blood could be seen trickling off his lip.
"You have the power... but without resolve, wanton power is useless. Try to beat me with that wild power, if you can!"
Even as she spoke, Akira could feel her inner strength soaring and reinforcing her entire body even as she was in her relaxed stance. The power around her seemed like it was coursing through her veins, enamating throughout her entire system. If one could see the light of the spirit, she would almost be certain that her body would be wrapped up in that violet fire. But she knew now, that she couldn't have used that power within her unless she was certain she could temper it. That was why she had been defeated before, and it was also why she and Daigo fought differently from each other, despite having trained in the same style. Everything seemed to be more clear; so many discrepancies she had encountered in the past seemed to click and make sense now.
The 'me' of the past has returned.
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Akira is in her Powered form right now(for reference, read my description). _________________
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Nova continued watching the demon, not wanting to be caught unaware. She noticed Cyan give the blade a cursory examination, then settle into a battle stance out of the corner of her eye.
Those eyes…I’ve seen them before….but where?
She watched as Cyan and Ameki slowly circled one another, looking and testing for weaknesses. Nova was content to stand back and watch the initial moves of the fight, analyzing the strengths of both fighters. Something bothered her about Cyan as well; the lettering on Unyielding Wish seemed to randomly pulse, whereas it had shone strongly while she had held it. There was something off about his –
Nova’s train of thought was broken as Ameki initiated the first true strike of the battle, an overhead slash that Cyan barely managed to parry. The two swords clashed together, each wielder trying to overpower the other. Nova rushed to join the battle, watching as Ameki slowly brought his free hand to bear, claws unsheathing…
Nova shouted as she locked her two blades together and flung them in one fluid movement at the two swords, knocking both Cyan and Ameki back. Not a moment too soon, as Ameki’s claws sliced through the air scant inches from Cyan’s head. Ameki was forced to jump back as Nova’s swords flew at him on their return trip, giving Cyan more room to maneuver.
The mustached warrior nodded his thanks, and reset his stance. He muttered something under his breath, and Nova could feel a layer of protective energy encase her. Nova slowly circled over to Cyan’s side, eyes on Ameki as the demon considered the new addition to the fight. Ignoring Nova, Ameki attacked Cyan again with a two-handed thrust. Cyan brought his sword up, knocking the Muramasa out of the way and quickly retorted with a spinning Sky slash.
“Crimson Lighting!” Nova shouted as she flung the attack at Ameki as Cyan struck, capitalizing on his apparent dismissal of her…only to watch as one of Ameki’s wings flickered up and absorbed the blast.
What IS this thing?
Nova lunged at Ameki, both swords blazing as she whirled a series of slashes at the demon. Ameki managed block every strike, but only just managed dodge out of the way of Ice2, bringing a wing up to deflect the shards from the shattered block of ice.
Nova and Cyan quickly settled into a pattern of one attacker rushing Ameki while the other blasted him from afar. They managed to land several minor hits on the demon, but nothing of any true damage; Ameki seemed to be just as powerful as when Cyan had first attacked him. The pair of attackers, on the other hand, were beginning to falter; much of Cyan’s magic had been consumed, and Nova’s movements had slowed to the point where she could barely keep up with Ameki. He had already landed a heavy stab to her chest; Nova shuddered at the thought of what the strike would have done if she hadn’t been wearing her armor.
Too much more of this and I’m going to slip up sooner rather than later…and I have the feeling one chance is all this thing needs. If you’ve been holding anything back Cyan, here’s your chance…
Nova broke the pattern, dashing at Ameki. Instead of trying to overcome Ameki’s defense with a single attack, she simply whirled at him, slashing as quickly as she could. She heard Cyan chant, and felt her movements hasten. With the added speed she actually managed to slice several shallow cuts on Ameki, though still nothing debilitating.
“Heed my call o almighty beast who hath lost everything. Maduin, I need thy assistance! Chaos Wing!”
Nova felt as much as saw the light shine from behind her. Suddenly something leapt over her, catching Ameki off guard as the newcomer unleashed a blast of energy at the surprised demon. Ameki, unable to bring his wings to bear in time, staggered back a few steps as he took the full brunt of the attack.
Ameki settled into a more guarded stance, waiting for his opponents to make their next move…
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TwinSword: A-vote to Ameki (Shizumaru)
R-vote to Cyan
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Thirdtwin the original -SHINING JUSTICE-

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 803 Location: in a box of mistery
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 2:19 pm Post subject: |
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R-vote to Akira (YOU HAVE THE POWAA) _________________ TT
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Chained R-vote to Akira
R-vote to Red _________________
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 2:21 pm Post subject: |
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R-vote to Red(chained)
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Thirdtwin the original -SHINING JUSTICE-

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 803 Location: in a box of mistery
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 2:23 pm Post subject: |
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Chained R-vote to Nova _________________ TT
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 2:37 pm Post subject: |
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JP Blue Water to Nova, continuing the chain...of LOVE...and...PEACE! _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 171 Location: Lost Ground
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'nor am I a no-show. I just have school. >.>
*gets writing*
Oh. Convientient timing, I suppose. R-vote to Nova, chained. _________________
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